Scar (Black Hearts MC #8)

Chapter 26

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

ELSIE

It’s been 4 weeks since Scar pinned me in the elevator. I’ve since tried again to provoke him to get him to do it again, but to no avail. He was happy to continue to fuck me against the glass for the town to see, but he said he didn’t trust the little pervert Steve in the control room. When I asked how he knew his name, he shrugged and said that he accidentally bumped into him by going to the security room. He just wanted to make sure there was no video.

“The face you pull and the sounds you make are mine and mine alone,” were his exact words.

I wasn’t complaining. It was nice to feel cherished, wanted, and desired. There was something empowering when a man looked at you the way Scar did me.

As I put up the final balloon, I stand back and take a look at the handy work. It was decided for the celebration to be postponed, because Star wanted to know she was all clear and in the least able to fuck Ghost senseless. Her words, not mine. So we were having a welcome home / congratulations cookout.

I feel his strong arms come around my waist and I sigh as I lean back into him. He places a kiss in the crook of my neck. “Looks good, Angel,” he murmurs. Turning in his arms to face him, he smiles down at me. “Why are you nervous?” he asks.

Reading me like a book, I shrug. “I guess this is the first event where I am a proper ol’ lady, and I just want to make sure I’m not doing anything wrong, and I don’t want to show you up,” I explain.

He throws his head back and laughs. “Jesus woman, have you met Star? There is nothing you could do that could ever show me up.”

I roll my eyes before a loud commotion from across the parking lot catches our attention.

“Now, I’ve got you some bottles of beer, an entire pack of condoms, and even a digital camera if you want to take photos to remember your big day,” Hawk says, clapping Bambi on the back. A few of the brothers behind them cheer.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

Scar chuckles. “Bambi is a virgin, and Hawk has arranged for a club bunny to come and help him out.”

I look over and see a woman with very little clothing stood next to the van. “Are they? I mean, is she going to?—”

Scar laughs, cutting me off. “Fuck him in the van and take his cherry?” he says, continuing my thought. “Yeah Angel, she is.” He smirks.

“Oh my god.” I laugh, covering my mouth as they bundle Bambi into the van with the bunny and shut the door. Hawk and the other brothers cheer, and then they turn away. At least they’ve given him some privacy. As the van starts to rock, I giggle, looking away. “Oh Jesus.”

“Damn, that boy doesn’t waste a second, does he?” Scar laughs. “Come on, let’s get inside before he starts screaming,” he jokes.

All of us are in the bar having a drink, and Scar has his arm draped over me while he laughs and talks with Beast. I hear a throat clear beside me and I turn my head to see Rhea stood there. Without meaning to, my body stiffens.

She gives me a small knowing smile. “Can we talk?” she asks.

I nod as I turn back to Scar to tell him, but his attention is already on me. “Go.” He kisses my temple.

I follow Rhea outside to a bench away from the noise of the club and as I sit down, she takes the seat next to me.

She fidgets a little before she turns to me. “I know you don’t like me, and I understand why you may have reservations with trying to be friends,” she rushes out nervously.

“I don’t hate you,” I state.

She smiles and raises her brow. “I slept with Scar, and then I broke his heart,” she states. “I would hate me,” she admits.

I smirk. “When you put it like that, you’re not exactly one of my favourite people.”

She smiles and looks down at her hands. “I want you to know that Scar is special to me, and I never in a million years wanted to hurt him, and I know it’s hard to get past, but I am with Acid now. I love him. So much it terrifies me, and Scar is just a good friend. Nothing more,” she says, as if I need reassuring.

I laugh. “Rhea, I know nothing will ever happen between you, aside from you and Acid being madly in love, and I know that Scar loves me. I trust him. It’s just a mixture of feelings. You didn’t see him in there, and you didn’t see how broken he was. Admittedly, I hated you for that. I don’t hate you now. Scar doesn’t hate you, so that has to count for something,” I exhale. “And then there is the green eyed monster in me that really hates that you have slept with him. I hate that you’ve had a piece of him that only I should know about. I hate that he loved you first, when he is all that I have ever loved.” I swallow.

Rhea places her hand on mine. “If it’s any comfort to you, Scar never loved me the way he loves you. You have a piece of him he shares with no one but you. I’ve never seen him so happy. He lives and breathes for you. What happened between us was brief, and it was a whole whirlwind of emotions in such a short amount of time.” She shakes her head, smiling. “I am a tiny blip of insignificance from his past. Nothing more.”

“You’re a pretty hot blip though, let’s be honest.” I laugh, nudging her with my shoulder.

She snorts and rolls her eyes before she holds out her hand. “Start over?” she asks.

I place my hand in hers and shake. “Let’s start again,” I agree.

She smiles and gets up and I follow her, but we both come to a stop when the van starts violently rocking and a woman starts screaming.

“YES! Fuck me, Bambi!”

Rhea and I both exchange a wide eyed look both before we start laughing and head inside to tell everyone.

“I feel like we are perving,” I mutter to Star.

She shrugs and takes a sip of her wine. “It’s fine, the boy is becoming a man.” I look around at all of us stood around the van, all waiting for Bambi to resurface as a man. Eventually the door slides open and a thoroughly satisfied looking Bambi steps out. All the men irrupt in cheers and whistle. Bambi lets out a laugh and looks away, slightly embarrassed before he holds his hand out to help the woman out of the van. She steps out on shaky legs and rests her hands on his shoulders, kissing him passionately.

“You men need to learn something from him,” she states before walking off.

“Well, who would have thought the 19 year old is a fucking sex god,” Star mutters.

Ghost stands behind her. “You’ve got one god darlin’, you don’t need two,” he mutters to her before slapping her behind.

She smiles and shrugs. “As much as I want to argue and tell him he is full of shit, he’s telling the truth and he knows it.”

Ghost walks over to Bambi and hands him a beer. “You’re a man now. Congratulations.” Ghost pats him on the back and everyone starts moving over to where the fire pit is.

“Pres, thank you,” Bambi says with meaning. “Not just for that, and not that it wasn’t fucking great, but for accepting me when I have nothing,” he tells Ghost honestly. Star squeezes my arm, her gaze warm and soft.

Ghost gives him a chin lift. “Prove yourself as a member, and then we will see about you getting a real cut.”

Bambi’s grin widens. “Yes, Pres.”

Star walks up to Bambi and presses a gentle kiss to his cheek, Ghost watching her every move as she does. “Jesus Bambi, go shower. You smell like pussy.” Star mock retches.

Bambi laughs. “I know,” he states proudly.

“Bambi, when you’re showered, you’re to relieve Tiny,” Ghost yells back to him. Bambi nods and jogs inside to shower.

Scar stalks his way to me, pulling me into his arms. “You good?” he asks. I know that he is asking about the talk I had with Rhea.

I nod. “Yeah, we’re good.”

He smiles and presses his mouth to mine. “Come on, I want to get you drunk. Then I might take advantage of you,” he teases, winking.

“You don’t need me drunk to take advantage,” I counter as he threads his fingers through mine and walks us over to the fire pit.

He laughs while a low groan escapes his throat. “We will stay for twenty more minutes, then I’m taking you home and fucking you.”

“You can’t leave early when it’s your own party,” I laugh in protest, although I think I would rather do that.

“I will do what I want, and what I want is you naked, wet, and writhing beneath me,” he says, whispering in my ear low enough for only me to hear.

Suddenly, I don’t want to wait twenty more minutes. I want him now. Scar looks down on me with lust and amusement in his eyes. I give him my middle finger for making me feel this way, especially in front of other people. He throws his head back and laughs before he grabs the back of my head and places a soft chaste kiss on my lips.

“Patience, Angel. In 30 minutes I will have you screaming my name,” he vows.

“30? Why not make it 10?” I challenge.

He turns his body to mine, blocking me from prying eyes. “Don’t tempt me. I will happily bend you over that picnic table and fuck you for all to see,” he threatens in a low voice for only me to hear. I grin as I bite down on my bottom lip. “Jesus, I’ve created a monster,” he laughs. He pauses, holding up his finger before he turns around and clicks his fingers. Suddenly a Prospect turns up with a box, holding it out to me. “Open it,” Scar orders.

I place the box down and lift the lid. My smile instantly widens as I reach in and pull out my very own cut, stating ‘Property of Scar’ on it. I make quick work of getting it on, beaming up at Scar. Leaning in close, his lips brush across mine.

“Now everyone will know your mine,” he growls. “My fucking Angel.”